Tuesday

Thursday

I painted I waited all day: split vision, amphetamine salts, dipped in water, hair heavy with grease, hung from hooks to dry in the sun, under small lights & amongst wilder animals: it feels like heaven.

Wednesday

call my googlephone:(240) 394-1068and leave a message of a passage of poetry, a wikipedia page, personal confession, sum wu tang, postcolonial theory, etc. I'll take a screenshot of the translation and post it. let me know what u are reading (in the message, or if that get garbled, via email: rebeccafin@gmail.com)